Ben lowered himself down, crawling between her legs and settling into the soft bedding. He touched her gingerly, feeling the heat and juices there with his fingers. A trickle ran down between her ass cheeks as he stroked her. His fingers were coated in slickness.
“Your pussy looks so delicious,” he murmured, almost to himself, as his lips approached. He spoke the last couple of words into her vulva, lips moving against her, making her quiver. She responded with a soft moan as he pressed his tongue gently but firmly into her flesh, tasting her. He licked her with broad strokes, breaking away to place lingering kisses on the delicate skin around her opening, her inner thighs, her prickly mound, before always returning to her lips, and her gaping slit. Nectar began to run down his chin as he slowly feasted.
“Oh fuck,” she groaned, rolling her hips. He followed as she rose up off the bed, bringing an arm around to hold up her bottom. He scooted in closer with his knees, and gradually she curled her back until her legs were up near her tits, her ass in the air, cradled in his arm. He was dragging his tongue over her asshole as well as her pussy on each pass, now, and dipping into her folds, fucking her with his tongue as he strummed her clit with his other thumb. “Oh g–ah–fuc–” she mumbled incoherently, trembling.
Ben’s spent cock was rapidly returning to attention as he slurped on her labia and suckled at the swollen pearl between them, gulping at the flow of honeyed juices streaming from her canal. He couldn’t get enough of her. She cried out and he held steady on her, applying soft suction, until she quieted. Then he continued his insistent licking, making her twitch and buck beneath him once more.
“Christ, Ben,” she gasped, as he slipped a couple of fingers into her, feeling her inner muscles clench and ripple. “Oh fuck…”
He kept going with his mouth, and found a spongy spot inside her to circle with his fingertips, until her ever increasing agitation was replaced with a sudden full-body freeze, nothing moving but the quivering walls of her vagina around his fingers, legs squeezing tightly around his head, and then a gushing of steamy cream from her opening rinsed his face and filled his palm.
She was panting, tits heaving, as her legs parted to release him and he rested his head on her abdomen, her vulva hot and wet on his cheek, looking up at her with his shiny face. “Did I do good, Trish?”
“Get up here,” she managed, between wild breaths, “and fuck me.”
He crawled up her sweat slick body, cock hard and drooling along her thighs, her abdomen. He settled down onto her as he neared her breasts. “Not yet,” he said, stomach resting on hers, as he lowered his mouth to her soft orbs. He kissed her, and teased her nipples with licks and nibbles, and closed his lips over one hardening nub to slowly suckle, pinching the other one between thumb and fingers, squeezing her tit.
“Mmm,” she moaned, reaching under him to run her fingers over her clit as he reached her neck and kissed across her throat. He felt her hand close around him, rubbing her drippy pussy with his swollen cock head. “You’re so hard, Ben. So big.” She squirmed beneath him, legs coming up around his hips. Her ankles crossed behind him. “I want to feel you fill me up.”
He groaned into her ear as she swiped his cock up and down her slit, her moist lips caressing him. It was all he could do not to just push forward, just slide in, deeply penetrating her hot flesh. His tip was already engulfed in her wet warmth.
“Wait,” he whispered. He couldn’t quite bear to pull out, so he just held fast where he was for a moment. “Wait, Trish. Are you sure about this?”
She looked up at him, holding him closer in her arms. She shifted her hips, just barely sliding against him. “I’m so fucking sure,” she assured him, drawing him down for a lingering kiss. After a few seconds their lips parted. Her pussy was feverish and quivering around the head of his cock.
“I just have to know… Why? You’re so fucking amazing… But, why are you doing all this… with me?”
“Don’t you get it, Ben?” She looked at him intensely. He just shook his head. “Don’t you know how–” She stopped, took a breath. She rolled her hips, dragging her pussy lips along his shaft, making him shudder. “Okay, bud. At first, I just wanted to tease you a little. Play around a bit. It was kind of fun messing with you.”
“This is a lot more than teasing, Aunt Trish.” His shaft was slowly sinking into her, stretching her opening. He couldn’t help it.
“Maybe I had your mother on my mind, to begin with,” she admitted. “It was fun to see you get flustered. And to think about her smug face, while you were stumbling over your feet because of me.”
Ben’s face hardened at that, somewhat. He felt himself slide in further, her vaginal walls sheathing the full length of his erection. “What’s the problem between you two?” he growled, leaning on her, grinding the root of his cock into her clit. “You know I love mom.”
“Oh fu–” she gasped, taking his girth and tightening her legs around him. “I love her too! She’s my sister… Don’t you think I love her?”
“Then what are we doing?” he demanded, pounding into her with a series of wet slapping sounds as he spoke. “What is… this?”
“God, you really don’t get it, do you?” she panted, clenching her vaginal muscles around his throbbing member. “Don’t you know how goddamn hot you are? How beautiful that fucking cock of yours is?” There was a sheen of sweat all over her, as she worked her hips to meet his forceful thrusts. She stared up at him, legs gripping his waist, tits shaking with his impacts. “I… I just lost control, buddy.”
“I guess I can understand that,” he grunted, pummeling her pussy with long strokes, straining to hold back his orgasm a few seconds more. “You always did do whatever you want, didn’t you?”
“You can, too, Ben.” She was gasping for breath beneath him, eyes rolling back in her head as he thumbed her clit in tight little circles while her pussy spasmed and gulped at his steely shaft. “You can, too…”
“Fuck,” he groaned, getting his knees under her ass, bottoming out inside her tight passage as she convulsed on his erection, thrashing in his arms, drenching him in slick heat. His balls drew up, boiling over, and his cock pulsed and flooded her canal with wave after wave of warm, thick cum. He ground into her as he came, clutching at a shoulder and one tit. She let out an urgent cry at nearly the same moment, legs clamped around him, apparently climaxing one more time at the sensation of his semen filling her.
He collapsed upon her, holding her sweaty body close, even as she clung to him fiercely from below. “Fuck,” he breathed, utterly spent. He managed to raise his head slightly, focusing on her eyes with some difficulty. “I want you to make up with mom,” he whispered. “Please?”
She looked up at him and nodded, tightening her pelvic muscles upon his diminishing erection, still inside her. “Of course I’ll make up with her. I want to, too. Besides, I’ll have to if I’m going to visit when you’re home from school, won’t I?”
Ben got a fluttery feeling in his stomach at the thought of that. “I love you, Aunt Trish.”
“I love you, too, buddy.” She smirked at him. “Now, I’m getting hungry. Break for pizza?”
“Pizza sounds great to me.”
“Should I be the one to flash the delivery guy, or did you want to do it?”
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